In the last glimmer of hope, the broken pieces we try to mend.
We take in our surroundings, and watch the setting sun.
As the last ember dies, all hope comes to an end.

The realization of it all, only a few will comprehend.
And in our dying hour, we try to rebuild it one by one.
In the last glimmer of hope, the broken pieces we try to mend.

The happenings of it all, is it merely a godsend?
Or a fatal blow or reality, a match that cannot be won?
As the last ember dies, all hope comes to an end.

Will we rise up above, into the heavens we ascend?
The thankfulness of this release, greeted kindly by the Son.
In the last glimmer of hope, the broken pieces we try to mend.

Or will we fall into the abyss, this spiraling purgatory we descend?
Our final breaths cut short, face to face with I, and none.
As the last ember dies, all hope comes to an end.

We pour out our souls, in our savior we commend.
We are left without an answer, when all is said and done.
In the last glimmer of hope, the broken pieces we try to mend.
As the last ember dies, all hope comes to an end.